comple chapter 1

Said a non-alcoholic addicted to wine and champagne - Martin threw gingerly, putting his arm around me.

Overcomesimilarlystronghungerexceptionallyfast we unpacked the suitcases and after fifteen minutes we shortened our plans corridor between our rooms.

Unfortunately, with so little time, I was not able to properly getting ready to leave, but I was combing when I went to the room in your mind the contents of the suitcase. My thoughts were the least crashed after the trip. It fell on a black long dress with a metal one a cross on the back, black flip-flops, a leather bag with fringes in the same color, a gold watch and huge gold ear rings.

In a hurry, I traced my eyes with a black pencil, put some ink on

eyelashes, improving what is still left of them after the journey, and slightly I powdered a face. As I went out, I grabbed the lip gloss with gold

flecks and movement "by heart without a mirror" I traced my lips. I got up from the couch with an alcoholic smile and waved to everyone, bending over half way and thanking for wishes.

- You had to do this to me, huh? I snapped at Martin. - Reminding me that I'm old is nothing nice. Besides, did they have to are all these people involved?

- Well, dear, right in the eye, circle. As compensation and starting our today's fete I ordered your favorite drink. - When he finished speaking, a waiter appeared, holding a bucket with champagne Moët & Chandon Rosé and four glasses.

- I love! I shouted, jumping up on the couch and clapping hands like a little girl.

My joy did not escape the waiter, who smiled to

me, leaving a cooler on the table with a half-spilled bottle.

- Then cheers! - Carolina said, raising her glass.

- For you, to find what you are looking for, have what you want and be where you want it to be. One hundred years!

We tapped the glasses and swung them to the bottom. After finishing the bottles really had to go to the toilet - this time I decided

find her with the help of the service. The waiter showed me the direction I was supposed to follow. After twelve o'clock the restaurant was changing in a nightclub, colorful lighting has completely changed the character of it place. White, elegant and almost sterile interior

it exploded with colors. Suddenly white took on a completely different sense, lack color meant that the light could give the rooms any color.

I made my way through the crowd toward the toilet when it was overwhelming again it feels strange to be watched. I stood and explored

I looked at the surroundings. On a platform, based on one beam from the boxes, a man dressed in black stood and chilled me again

look. Calmly and without emotion, he gazed at my ankles

to the top of the head. He looked like a typical Italian, though he was the least a typical man I've seen in my life. Black hair fell

unruly on his forehead, his face adorned a few days, manicured his facial hair was full and clearly defined - as if created for

to give them pleasure to a woman. His eyes were cold and penetrating, like a wild animal getting ready to attack. Only seeing him from afar, I realized he was quite tall. Definitely

he outranked the women who stood nearby, so he must have been about a hundred ninety centimeters. I don't know how long we looked at

each other; it felt like time had stopped. He pulled me out of my stupor the man who poked my shoulder as he passed by. Because from of this stare stiffened like a board, I only spun on one leg and I fell to the ground.

- Are you OK? Asked Black, who grew up next to me like a ghost. -

Karolina and Michał looked at me in the corridor with astonishment. They were exactly in the same costumes they traveled in.

- Laura, tell me how you can have changed,

paint and you look as if you were preparing to go out all day?

- Carolina muttered on the way to the elevator.

"Well ..." I shrugged. - You have the talent to drink vodka, and I can prepare my thoughts all day to real fifteen minutes be ready.

"Okay, stop fucking and let's go drink," he thundered firm Martin.

The four of us went through the hotel lobby to leave.

Giardini Naxos at night was beautiful and picturesque. Narrow streets pulsated life and music, there were both young people and mothers with children. Sicily only at night it began to live because during the day the heat was unbearable. We arrived at the port and the most populated at this time

cities. Dozens of restaurants and bars stretched along the promenade and cafes.

"I will starve soon, I will fall over and not get up," she said Carolina.

- And the lack of blood alcohol will kill me. Look at this place

it will be perfect for us. - Michał pointed his finger at the beach restaurant.

Tortuga was an elegant restaurant with white armchairs, sofas in it same color and glass tables. Candles were burning everywhere, and the roof there were huge, bright sheets of a nautical canvas that waving in the wind, they gave the impression that the whole pub was floating in the air. boxes, in which tables were set, they separated thick wooden bales, to which the provisional structure was attached,

canvas roof. A light, fresh and magical place. Despite enough high prices bustling. Martin nodded at the waiter and it was over

at the moment thanks to a few euros we sat comfortably on the sofas, flipping through the menu. Me and my dress did not blend in with the surroundings. I had the impression that everyone is looking only at me because I was shining among all this white like a black light bulb.

- I feel watched, but who could know that we will eat

in a jug of milk - I whispered to Martin with a stupid, apologetic smile.

He looked around exploringly, leaned towards me and whispered: "You have stalking mania, baby, besides you look." delightfully so let them stare.

I looked again, nobody seemed to pay attention to me, but I felt like someone was still watching me. I pushed me away I found another mental illness inherited from my mother in the card my favorite grilled octopus, I added pink prosecco and I was ready to order. The waiter even though he was Sicilian, he was also Italian, which meant that we could not get out expect a speed demon and wait a moment here before deciding come to us to collect your order.

"I need to go to the toilet," I informed, looking from side to side.

In the corner next to the beautiful wooden bar there were small doors,

so I went towards them. I went through them, but unfortunately I followed them there was only a sink. I turned to turn back and then with impetus I hit the figure in front of me. I moaned when my head

collided with a hard male torso. Contorted, massaging her forehead, I looked up. A tall, handsome Italian stood before me. Did i go I haven't seen it anywhere? His icy gaze pierced me Departure. I couldn't move when he almost looked at me like that completely black eyes. There was something about him that scared me like that in a second I got into the ground.

"I think you're lost," he said in beautiful, fluent English

with a British accent. - If you tell me what you are looking for, I will help you.

...He smiled at me with white, even teeth, and put his hand to me between the shoulder blades, touching my bare skin, and escorted me to the door through which I came here. When I felt his touch, through mine my body shuddered, which didn't make it easy for me to walk. I was so stunned that despite my best efforts, I couldn't speak not a word in english. I only smiled, or rather grimaced and I started towards Martin because of these emotions completely,...

I forgot why I got up from the sofa. When I got to the table company poured alcohol into itself - the first round

they drank and ordered another one. I sank onto the sofa and grabbed it a glass of prosecco and I emptied it with one sip. In the meantime, no pulling him away from my mouth, I gave the waiter a clear sign that I needed it refills.

Martin looked at me with amusement.

- Menel! And apparently I have a problem with alcohol. "Somehow I really wanted to drink," I answered lightly blacked out with the drink drunk too quickly.

- I think some spells are going on in the toilet, if you visit there like this it worked, my patol.

At these words I looked nervously looking for an Italian who made my knees shake like when they were the first time

I drove a motorcycle after receiving a category A driving license. Easy

it would be to find him among the white, because he was dressed like me, completely not matching the surroundings. Black, loose linen pants, black shirt,

from under which a wooden rosary protruded, and loafers without shoelaces in the same color. Although I only saw him for a moment, I remembered this view exactly.

- Laura! - Michał's voice interrupted my search. - Don't tax these all people's eyes, just drink.

I didn't even notice that another glass appeared on the table sparkling drink. I decided to slowly sip the pink liquid, though I felt like pouring it in myself like the previous glass, because it trembled my legs still didn't stop. We were served food that we crave for we threw. The octopus was perfect; the addition was only sweet tomatoes. Martin was eating a giant squid, expertly

cut and scattered on a plate in the company of garlic and coriander.

- Damn it! Martin shouted, leaping up from the white couch. -

Do you know what time it is? It's already twelve o'clock, so Laura! "One hundred years, one hundred ... years. " - The other two also jumped up and started happily, sing a birthday song to me loud and very Polish-style.

The restaurant guests looked at them curiously, then joined

of the choir, singing in Italian. There was loud applause in the restaurant, and I I wanted to sink underground. It was one of the most songs I hate. There is probably no one who can liked, probably because no one knows what to do when it lasts - sing, clap, smile at everyone? Any solution is wrong

and every time a man looks like a complete idiot. With artificial it wasn't for seeing that you didn't hit him this time,

I would think that bumping into strangers is your way of drawing

attention.

He grabbe my elbow and lifted me up. He was surprisingly strong he did it as easily as if I weighed nothing. This time I gathered within, and the boiling alcohol gave me courage.

- And you always do behind the wall or crane? I grunted, trying to give him the coldest look I've ever managed prepare.

He pulled away from me and continued to look at me me all, as if he couldn't believe I'm real.

- You look at me all evening, right? I asked annoyed. I have persecution, but the feeling never disappoints me. The man smiled as if mocking him.

"I'm looking at the club," he said. - I control the service, check it guest satisfaction, I am looking for women who need a wall or a lift. His answer amused me and confused me at the same time.

- So thank you for being a crane and have a nice evening. - I gave him a provocative look and headed for the toilet. When

he stayed behind, breathed a sigh of relief. At least I didn't go out this time a complete moron and I was able to speak. "See you later, Laura," I heard behind me. When I turned around, there was only an amused crowd behind me, Black disappeared.

How did he know my name? Did he hear our conversations? It couldn't be that way close, I would see him, I would sense him. Karolina took my hand.

- Come on, because in life you will not reach this toilet, and we will get stuck here always.

When we returned to the table, there was another bottle on the glass counter Moet.

- Well, honey, I can see that today we have a rich birthday - I said with a laugh.

"I thought you ordered it," said Martin, surprised. - I I already paid and wanted to go further.

I looked around the club. I knew the bottle wasn't here by accident and he is still looking.

- It's probably a gift from the restaurant. After such a choral Sto years probably could not do otherwise - laughed Carolina. - Since now here it is, let's have a drink.

Until the end of the bottle I fidgeted restlessly on the couch, wondering who the man in black was, why so he looked at me and how he knew my name.

We spent the rest of the evening on a pilgrimage from club to club. Down we returned when it was dawn.

A terrible headache woke me up. Well ... Moët. I love

champagne, but a hangover after it literally bursts the skull. Who's normal

gets him drunk? With the rest of my strength, I dragged myself out of bed and arrived in the bathroom. In the vanity case I found painkillers, swallowed three

and I came back under the covers. When I woke up after a few hours, Martina

he was not there, the headache passed, and sounds came from behind the open window fun in the pool. I have a vacation, so I have to get up and sunbathe. Mobilized with this thought, I took a quick shower, hopped into my costume and after half an hour I was ready for sunbathing.

Michał and Karolina sipped a bottle of cold wine, lounging over swimming pool.

"Medicine," said Michał, handing me a plastic glass. - Sorry, it's plastic, but you know the rules.

The wine was delicious, cold and wet, so I emptied it glass.

- Have you seen Martin? I woke up and he was gone.

- I work in the hotel lobby, the internet room was too weak - Carolina explained.

Well - computer best friend, work - favorite lover,

I thought as I lay on the sun lounger. I spent the rest of the day alone in the company of embracing brides. Every now and then Michał he interrupted this love prelude by saying, "But boobs!"

- Maybe we'll have lunch? - He asked. - I'll go get Martin, what vacation is it, while he is still sitting and staring at the monitor.

He got up from the sunbed, threw on his shirt, and headed for the entrance hotel.

- Sometimes I have enough of him. - I turned to Karolina and she she looked at me with big eyes. - I'll never be the most important. More important than work than colleagues than pleasure. I have the impression that he is with me because there is nothing better to do and he is so comfortable. This a bit like owning a dog - when you want, you pet him when you have

feel like, you are playing with him, but when you do not feel like his company, after you just chase him away, because he is for you and not you.

Martin talks more often with colleagues on Facebook than with me at home, let alone the bed.

Karolina rolled over and leaned on her elbow.

- You know, Laura, it is so in relationships that with time lust disappears.

- But not after a year and a half ... well, after a year and a half. Am I hunchbacked? Is something wrong with me? Is it bad that I just want to fuck?

Karolina burst out laughing from the deck chair and pulled my hand.

- I think we need a drink, because you won't change anything You are worrying. Look where we are! It's divine and you're thin and beautiful. Remember - if not this, it's different. Come.

I threw on a light floral tunic, I shook myself from the headscarf turban, I covered my eyes with seductive Ralph Lauren glasses and I followed Karolina to the lobby bar. My companion went to peace leave a bag and get an idea of the lunch situation because we didn't find our partners in the lobby. I went to the bar and nodded at the bartender. I asked for two glasses cold prosecco. Oh yes, I definitely needed it.

- Just enough? - I heard a man's voice behind me. - I thought does your palate belong to the mint?

I turned and stood still. He stood before me again. today

I couldn't say about him that he was black. He was wearing linen canvas pants in off-white and a light unbuttoned shirt, which

it matched his tanned skin perfectly. He slipped his glasses off his nose and another he stared at me once. He turned to the bartender after Italian, which since its appearance at the bar completely me he ignored, standing at attention and waiting for my order persecutor. I was hidden behind dark glasses that day extremely brave, extremely angry and extremely hung over.

- Why do I get the impression you are following me? - I asked,

folding his arms over his chest. He raised his right hand and slowly slid it back to me glasses so as to see my eyes. I felt as if someone had taken me a shield that was my protection.

"It's not an impression," he said, looking deep into my eyes. - No this is also the case. Happy twenties

ninth birthday, Laura. May the coming year be the best in your life - he whispered and gently kissed my cheek.

I was so confused that I couldn't get any out of my throat

words. How did he know how old I was? And how the hell did he find me on other end of town? The bartender's voice snapped me out of the flood of thoughts; I turned to him. He was putting a bottle of pink in front of me moeta and a small colorful cupcake on which it was clogged lighted candle.

- Bloody hell! - I turned to Black, who literally

melted in the air.

- Nice, - said Karolina, approaching the bar. - Was to be a glass of prosecco and ended up with a bottle of champagne.

I shrugged my shoulders and nervously scanned the hall

in search of Black, but he sank underground. I took it out of my wallet credit card and gave it to the bartender. He refused to use broken English accepting payment claiming that the invoice is already paid. Carolina she gave him a radiant smile, grabbed a cooler with a bottle and started off towards the pool. I blew out a candle that was still burning on cake, and I followed her. I was pissed off, confused

and intrigued. There were various scenarios in my head describing who was the mysterious man. The first thing he told me

brain, there was a theory that he was a pervert-persecutor. Not really though she agreed with the picture of the delightful Italian, who rather escapes from female fans, not following them. Planting on shoes and designer clothes, which they charge for he was wearing it every time, he was not poor. And he mentioned something about checking guest satisfaction in a restaurant. So another natural

the theory was that he was the manager at the place we were in. But what did he do? in the hotel? I shook my head as if to shake off the excess thinks, and I reached for my glass. What do I care?

I thought, taking a sip. It must have been an absolute coincidence, and me I got sick of something.

When we emptied the bottle, our gentlemen appeared. They were in champagne moods.

- What, lunch? Martin asked with satisfaction.

The drunk champagne from today and yesterday was buzzing in my head. I got angry at his carelessness and burned out:

- Martin, fuck! It's my birthday and you disappear for the day, no you care what I do or how I feel, and now you appear and as if

you never ask for lunch I've had enough! It's enough that it's always like you you want you to always say what it should be like and never to be most important, in no situation. And lunch was a few hours ago, now it it's more time for dinner!

I grabbed my tunic and bag and almost hurried to the door

the hotel lobby. I ran through the hall and found myself on the street. I felt, as if in my eyes a stream of tears wells up, which will soon flow out. I put glasses and I moved on.

The streets of Giardini looked picturesque. Along the sidewalk they grew trees covered with flowers, buildings were beautiful and neat. Unfortunately, in this state of mind I could not enjoy the beauty of the place where I found myself. I felt alone. At some point I realized

tears are flowing down my cheeks and I almost run sobbing - as if I wanted to run away from something.

The sun was getting orange and I was still walking. When it passed first anger, I felt my legs ache. My flip flops on stilettos, although beautiful, were not suitable for a marathon. In the street I saw a small, typical Italian cafe, which turned out to be perfect

a place to rest, because one of the items on the menu was sparkling wine. I sat outside, looking at the calm surface of the sea. An old lady she brought me a glass of the drink and said something to me hair stroking my hand. God, not even understanding a word, I knew he was talking about how hopeless guys can be and how our tears are unworthy. I sat there and stared at the sea until it did getting dark. I could not get up from the chair after so much drunk alcohol, but in the meantime I ate an excellent pizza with four cheeses, which turned out to be a better recipe for sorrows than sparkling wine and tiramisu the older lady was better than the best champagne.

I felt ready to come back and face what I had left behind running away. I walked calmly towards the hotel. Streets with which I walked, they were almost deserted because they were far away from the main pedestrian street along the sea. At one point they passed me two SUVs. I thought that before, when I waited before rental at the airport, I saw similar cars.

The night was hot, I was drunk, my birthday was over and generally everything was not right. I turned when the pavement turned up he finished, and realized that I didn't know where I was. Damn me and my orientation. I looked around and all I saw was blinding lights of oncoming cars.

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